fic post:mariposa
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roxyTitle:Mariposa
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating:4
Summary: An AU flight of fantasy. As opposed to Smallville, which is practically a reality show. Really. Ask the aliens that live on my block. (I’m not kidding…)
the Previous Parts are here, listening to their mommmy likening writing this bit to passing a kidney stone...
“Every way, hunh? That works for me.” He waited while Lex reached behind him and opened the door. “I did kind of want to pick you up and kick in the door though, maybe throw you over my shoulder…” He grinned and Lex rolled his eyes.
“Who are you, Clark Gable? Get in and shut up.”
They were in the bedroom, and Lex started to yank his clothes off, but Clark stopped him, said, “Wait, I want to—I *need* to see you.” He carefully unbuttoned Lex’s shirt, slid it down over his shoulders so slowly--for the first time in quite a while, Lex was actually aware of the sensual feel of expensive fabric against his skin. He found himself leaning into the touch of the fabric, mesmerized by the feeling, by Clark’s intense concentration on his reaction to it. His nipples hardened, and Clark touched them lightly, absorbed in watching the skin pucker, feeling them pebble under his fingertips. He licked a circle around one rose peak, slowly, lazily, tracing a ‘C’ on the puckered areola.
“Mine,” he whispered and the cool stream of his breath made Lex shudder…Clark continued his tentative touch, drawing his fingers over the center of his chest, stopping every inch or so to press against his white skin, watching the spot bloom pink and fade…
He dropped to his knees and opened Lex’s pants, teased the zipper down, pulled the pants open wide enough to expose his dick, trapped against the silky material. Clark nibbled the length behind the silk of Lex’s boxers, licking and sucking the material until it was translucent, running his teeth gently, carefully over him until Lex’s knees shook and he was seconds from begging him to fuck him or stop—he yanked Clark’s t-shirt over his head, and sank his fingers into the muscles of his shoulders, urging him closer, bumping his dick against Clark’s hot mouth and pleading silently.
“You smell so good. I can’t wait to taste you.” Clark’s sweet voice was rough; it sent a stab of electric heat straight to Lex’s belly, heat that spread lower as Clark pulled the boxers down, just enough to kiss and nip at the scattering of loose curls there, auburn against his china pale skin…licked from his navel to the base of his dick. “Lex, Lex, I knew you’d taste as good,” Clark gasped and spread his hands wide over Lex’s ass, squeezed, pulled him closer and rubbed his face over Lex’s wet skin. “I wanted to touch you…I’ve wanted to feel you ever since the first time I saw you…I used to dream about you, about you doing this to me…I used to dreamt about you a lot, Lex.”
Lex shivered. “Did you? I-I remember too, the first time I saw you…fuck…you touched me and I got hard—I remember you did too--” He laughed, and groaned, just the thought of it made him harder… “God, I wanted to suck you so bad that day…”
And if they hadn’t been interrupted, what would he have done to that boy….
Clark pressed kisses on Lex’s hip, his belly, over the silk covered head of his dick. “Yeah. Yeah. I didn’t know anything then.” He looked up at Lex. “I know a lot, now,” he said, and peeled the soaking boxers off.
Lex felt as if Clark was cataloging every reaction, every touch that made him groan was being memorized, filed away for future use. The thought made his dick bounce; he dripped pre-come in a thin trail down his thigh. Clark caught it on a fingertip and painted it around Lex’s navel, smirked when Lex’s breath hitched. He slowly, slowly circled the tiny mouth of his navel, dipped his finger in and out, mimicking that familiar motion and watched Lex’s face.
“Do you want me to do that, want me inside of you?"
“Yes, fuck me. Fuck me right now!” Lex demanded, yanking on Clark’s hair, trying to pull him to his feet.
“Ah-ah,” Clark grinned, and pulled out of Lex’s grip--kissed the little swell under his navel, bit just hard enough to make Lex gasp, rise up on his toes a little. “Making sure you know who’s in charge here,” Clark growled against his damp, stinging skin.
Lex felt helpless; like Clark wasn’t going to let him go until he was damn sure that Lex was his and no one else’s ever, that he knew it right down to his bones…it was a new feeling for him. He kind of liked it. He couldn’t imagine this happening the first time they’d met. He would have fucked Clark and left him, forgot him...“I love you.”
Clark looked startled, and slowly smiled up at him. “I know you do.” He slid his mouth along the straining length of his dick; let it bounce up into his mouth.
“Clark.” He bit the word off, and tried not to thrust up to Clark’s mouth. Clark kissed him, licked and sucked at him, each touch of hot wet tongue against him made him moan, babble—he was telling Clark how much he liked it, only words just tumbled and twisted and devolved into a stream of tortured vowels, and Clark—stopped.
Lex moaned, “No, not yet,” and he could feel Clark shake his head, and suddenly Clark’s whole body was shaking and he was panting hard against his leg, loud and hot.
Lex looked down at Clark. “Did…you just come?”
Clark looked up, red staining his cheeks and with an embarrassed grin he said, “A little…”
“How do you come ‘a little’?”
Clark stood and pulled his jeans off, boxers off, toed off socks and grinned at Lex all the while. He was hard--still, or again, Lex couldn’t tell—Clark followed Lex’s glance, just shrugged and smiled, and turned a slightly perplexed and unprotesting Lex to face away from him, kissed him deep and wet right above the cleft of his ass.
Lex shivered, bent forward to hit the bed on his elbows and Clark chuckled, sucked kisses around the swell of his cheek. “Peaches.”
“Don’t eat me,” he mumbled, trying to joke, distracted by his hands grabbing up handfuls of material as Clark’s mouth drove him up the bed, made him spread his knees wider.
“Oh, but I have to,” Clark rumbled against his quivering skin, and his tongue flicked out and traced spirals from the dimples gracing Lex’s ass to the quivering hole, coaxed him down and open until Lex’s mouth was pressed against the brocade bedspread and he had it in his teeth, grinding them, groaning…
“Clark. Clark. I don’t think I can wait any more, I really don’t.” he gasped and wondered if he’d bitten a hole in the material….
“Mmm…You’re too coherent, I think we have some time yet--”
“Clark!”
“Shhh, Lex, shhhh…” He stood and went through the closest night stand at Lex’s direction, rummaged around until he found lube. He squinted at the battered tube with a little frown. “Geez, this is pretty old.”
“It’s been a while, a really long while, which is why—ah!—I’m feeling a bit of urgency.” Lex gasped, “Don’t worry, it’s fine, it’s fine—use it.”
“Okay…um. Do you want to—to turn around? Face to face? I would like to—to see you.”
Lex took in Clark’s flushed cheeks, his lips were a little swollen and glistening and red, the tip of his tongue danced over them, his eyes were huge and black and not as fully confident as he’d sounded before…Lex couldn’t imagine not seeing his face. “Yes. I want to see you.”
He was drowning in sensation, the sight of Clark’s dick, red and heavy and thick made his mouth fill, he must have groaned because Clark laughed, low and deep. “You make me feel the same,” he murmured. He looked down at himself, and the deep rose head peeking out of his fist glistened, dark and wet, he squeezed it gently and the slit pouted open, drooling thick pearly pre-come. “I’m going to get you ready to be fucked, okay?”
“I’m already ready, really—just--” The butterfly caught his eye, its black wings wrapped around Clark’s dick. Clark realized what had caught Lex and he grimaced.
Lex said, “Wait. One second.” He scrambled to his knees, scooted across the bed and took Clark in his hand and kissed him. He kissed him on the butterfly, traced it with his tongue and whispered, “This means you’re mine—because no one but me will ever see it.”
With a moan that was almost a sob, Clark pulled Lex to his mouth; Clark kissed him, his breath hot over his lips, tongue wet inside of his mouth, teeth pressing against his lip. The combination of warm and soft and the hard bite of teeth against his tender lip made Lex groan. It seemed Clark understood how that little spice of pain made the pleasure that much deeper, brighter and more alive…his tongue was stroking the inside of his mouth, and his fingers were stroking his balls and then stroking him inside, the feeling as he worked the lube inside forced him to close his eyes, to better feel Clark’s fingers working inside him, Clark’s hand slowly pumping his dick—Lex heard the wisp of a groan and then—heat, silky, firm and pressing against him, Clark’s dick, he’d dreamed about it, in his hand, in his mouth…he groaned as Clark pushed in—in his ass, god…he dropped his head against the pillows and moaned, and Clark pushed in, one long steady drive inside.
Lex inhaled—held it until Clark was inside all the way. He let it out, gritted his teeth and waited to adjust…Clark held him, kissed him, “you’re wonderful, you’re amazing, you make me feel like I’ve never done this before, I love you, love you…” he murmured on and on and slowly began moving, rocking his dick in and out of Lex—waiting for him to set the pace.
“More,” Lex begged, “a little more, more—harder, oh shit, fuck me…”
Clark looked down at him with lowered lids, a sweet smile turning up the corners of his mouth—angel and devil--his expression said he knew he owned Lex, that anything he wanted Lex would give him, any way he wanted it, that he loved him so much for it…Lex tightened on him and Clark’s eyes rolled back, his lids dropped shut. “Ready?” he groaned, and Lex said yes, and Clark began fucking him, deep and fast, twisting until he hit a spot that made Lex howl.
“Unh—yes. Yes.” Clark lowered his head a bit, still locking eyes with Lex he stroked in and out, grunting with the force of it, but still careful, so much power, so controlled--at his command, in his control, Clark was his, his… “Pick me up.”
“What, like—from the bed—hold you?”
“Yes—yes!”
Clark’s eyes flared, and he laughed--panting, he picked Lex up, held him in his hands and fucked him standing up in the middle of the room. Lex wrapped his arms around Clark’s neck, dug his heels in his ass and laughed and groaned as Clark lifted and dropped him, lifted and dropped him…
He was balanced on the edge of the world, the feeling of orgasm built and built, he was on the verge of flying apart but he was never going to come like this, it was just going to build and build and build--for one wild moment he was seriously afraid of dying from it, and he’d never come, couldn’t come, he opened his mouth to tell Clark that. “I—Ah!”
With a shout, he exploded, come shot up between the two of them, splattering Clark, slicking his chest, he felt the warm slap of it on his neck and Clark leaned in and licked it out from under his chin. With a shuddering sigh, Clark came and Lex could feel every second of it, from the moment his dick swelled, to the heat as he filled him, he felt the jump and twitch of Clark’s muscles against the underside of his dick, his balls….
“Can I put you down now?”
“Ow. Yes…amazing what’s hot in the middle of orgasm just hurts like fuck after…” He grunted in surprise as Clark let himself drop to the floor still holding Lex, so that he was sitting in his lap, with Clark’s hands still cradling him. He was being stroked gently, and Clark was sniffing, nuzzling along his shoulder, his neck…he licked around his ear, and nibbled at his lobe.
“Clark, Clark, I’m done, done…”
“Mmm. Just smelling. Tasting a little. You really, really. Taste good. Smell good. You feel good; I can barely stop touching you.”
Lex winced as Clarks hand ghosted over his dick. “Ah, love, but I’m only human, and I think you wore me out. Completely.” He winced again as Clark slid out, still a little hard… “You’re amazing Clark.” He looked at him; let his eyes drink in every bit of Clark. “You’re beautiful.” How could anyone ever want to hurt this man, Lex thought. Clark’s face was shining with love, with contentment. How could anyone want to see that face creased in pain, after they saw how beautiful he was when he was happy?
Lex felt a sharp stab of discontent. He didn’t want to share him, after finding him, he didn’t want to give him up. Clark’s hand was suddenly soothing him, and his soft voice was flowing over him. “Nothing will come between us. Everything else might change Lex, but this never will. Not as long as you want me.”
Lex wondered if Clark had said that to Whitney, if he’d felt that way about him. And this is where you need to start putting your demons to rest, he scolded himself. If you want to keep him, than you better start supporting him in everything—right now. “Come on babe, we need to clean up and get ready for tomorrow.”
Clark’s expression was dangerously close to a pout. “I don’t want to think about that right now. And don’t take a shower just yet, please? Let’s just get back on the bed and…let me hold you.”
“Ah. You cuddle,” Lex said, and Clark snickered.
“You say that like other people would say ‘you’re a snake handler.’” he smirked. “Bet you cuddle too.”
Lex climbed up on the bed, sweaty, sticky, stinking…he yawned, turned onto his back and held out his arms. “When we wake up, I’m in charge again.”
Clark slid into the waiting arms and wrapped himself around Lex, pushed his head under his chin. “Of course,” he purred. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
tbc!
Fandom: SV
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Rating:4
Summary: An AU flight of fantasy. As opposed to Smallville, which is practically a reality show. Really. Ask the aliens that live on my block. (I’m not kidding…)
the Previous Parts are here, listening to their mommmy likening writing this bit to passing a kidney stone...
“Every way, hunh? That works for me.” He waited while Lex reached behind him and opened the door. “I did kind of want to pick you up and kick in the door though, maybe throw you over my shoulder…” He grinned and Lex rolled his eyes.
“Who are you, Clark Gable? Get in and shut up.”
They were in the bedroom, and Lex started to yank his clothes off, but Clark stopped him, said, “Wait, I want to—I *need* to see you.” He carefully unbuttoned Lex’s shirt, slid it down over his shoulders so slowly--for the first time in quite a while, Lex was actually aware of the sensual feel of expensive fabric against his skin. He found himself leaning into the touch of the fabric, mesmerized by the feeling, by Clark’s intense concentration on his reaction to it. His nipples hardened, and Clark touched them lightly, absorbed in watching the skin pucker, feeling them pebble under his fingertips. He licked a circle around one rose peak, slowly, lazily, tracing a ‘C’ on the puckered areola.
“Mine,” he whispered and the cool stream of his breath made Lex shudder…Clark continued his tentative touch, drawing his fingers over the center of his chest, stopping every inch or so to press against his white skin, watching the spot bloom pink and fade…
He dropped to his knees and opened Lex’s pants, teased the zipper down, pulled the pants open wide enough to expose his dick, trapped against the silky material. Clark nibbled the length behind the silk of Lex’s boxers, licking and sucking the material until it was translucent, running his teeth gently, carefully over him until Lex’s knees shook and he was seconds from begging him to fuck him or stop—he yanked Clark’s t-shirt over his head, and sank his fingers into the muscles of his shoulders, urging him closer, bumping his dick against Clark’s hot mouth and pleading silently.
“You smell so good. I can’t wait to taste you.” Clark’s sweet voice was rough; it sent a stab of electric heat straight to Lex’s belly, heat that spread lower as Clark pulled the boxers down, just enough to kiss and nip at the scattering of loose curls there, auburn against his china pale skin…licked from his navel to the base of his dick. “Lex, Lex, I knew you’d taste as good,” Clark gasped and spread his hands wide over Lex’s ass, squeezed, pulled him closer and rubbed his face over Lex’s wet skin. “I wanted to touch you…I’ve wanted to feel you ever since the first time I saw you…I used to dream about you, about you doing this to me…I used to dreamt about you a lot, Lex.”
Lex shivered. “Did you? I-I remember too, the first time I saw you…fuck…you touched me and I got hard—I remember you did too--” He laughed, and groaned, just the thought of it made him harder… “God, I wanted to suck you so bad that day…”
And if they hadn’t been interrupted, what would he have done to that boy….
Clark pressed kisses on Lex’s hip, his belly, over the silk covered head of his dick. “Yeah. Yeah. I didn’t know anything then.” He looked up at Lex. “I know a lot, now,” he said, and peeled the soaking boxers off.
Lex felt as if Clark was cataloging every reaction, every touch that made him groan was being memorized, filed away for future use. The thought made his dick bounce; he dripped pre-come in a thin trail down his thigh. Clark caught it on a fingertip and painted it around Lex’s navel, smirked when Lex’s breath hitched. He slowly, slowly circled the tiny mouth of his navel, dipped his finger in and out, mimicking that familiar motion and watched Lex’s face.
“Do you want me to do that, want me inside of you?"
“Yes, fuck me. Fuck me right now!” Lex demanded, yanking on Clark’s hair, trying to pull him to his feet.
“Ah-ah,” Clark grinned, and pulled out of Lex’s grip--kissed the little swell under his navel, bit just hard enough to make Lex gasp, rise up on his toes a little. “Making sure you know who’s in charge here,” Clark growled against his damp, stinging skin.
Lex felt helpless; like Clark wasn’t going to let him go until he was damn sure that Lex was his and no one else’s ever, that he knew it right down to his bones…it was a new feeling for him. He kind of liked it. He couldn’t imagine this happening the first time they’d met. He would have fucked Clark and left him, forgot him...“I love you.”
Clark looked startled, and slowly smiled up at him. “I know you do.” He slid his mouth along the straining length of his dick; let it bounce up into his mouth.
“Clark.” He bit the word off, and tried not to thrust up to Clark’s mouth. Clark kissed him, licked and sucked at him, each touch of hot wet tongue against him made him moan, babble—he was telling Clark how much he liked it, only words just tumbled and twisted and devolved into a stream of tortured vowels, and Clark—stopped.
Lex moaned, “No, not yet,” and he could feel Clark shake his head, and suddenly Clark’s whole body was shaking and he was panting hard against his leg, loud and hot.
Lex looked down at Clark. “Did…you just come?”
Clark looked up, red staining his cheeks and with an embarrassed grin he said, “A little…”
“How do you come ‘a little’?”
Clark stood and pulled his jeans off, boxers off, toed off socks and grinned at Lex all the while. He was hard--still, or again, Lex couldn’t tell—Clark followed Lex’s glance, just shrugged and smiled, and turned a slightly perplexed and unprotesting Lex to face away from him, kissed him deep and wet right above the cleft of his ass.
Lex shivered, bent forward to hit the bed on his elbows and Clark chuckled, sucked kisses around the swell of his cheek. “Peaches.”
“Don’t eat me,” he mumbled, trying to joke, distracted by his hands grabbing up handfuls of material as Clark’s mouth drove him up the bed, made him spread his knees wider.
“Oh, but I have to,” Clark rumbled against his quivering skin, and his tongue flicked out and traced spirals from the dimples gracing Lex’s ass to the quivering hole, coaxed him down and open until Lex’s mouth was pressed against the brocade bedspread and he had it in his teeth, grinding them, groaning…
“Clark. Clark. I don’t think I can wait any more, I really don’t.” he gasped and wondered if he’d bitten a hole in the material….
“Mmm…You’re too coherent, I think we have some time yet--”
“Clark!”
“Shhh, Lex, shhhh…” He stood and went through the closest night stand at Lex’s direction, rummaged around until he found lube. He squinted at the battered tube with a little frown. “Geez, this is pretty old.”
“It’s been a while, a really long while, which is why—ah!—I’m feeling a bit of urgency.” Lex gasped, “Don’t worry, it’s fine, it’s fine—use it.”
“Okay…um. Do you want to—to turn around? Face to face? I would like to—to see you.”
Lex took in Clark’s flushed cheeks, his lips were a little swollen and glistening and red, the tip of his tongue danced over them, his eyes were huge and black and not as fully confident as he’d sounded before…Lex couldn’t imagine not seeing his face. “Yes. I want to see you.”
He was drowning in sensation, the sight of Clark’s dick, red and heavy and thick made his mouth fill, he must have groaned because Clark laughed, low and deep. “You make me feel the same,” he murmured. He looked down at himself, and the deep rose head peeking out of his fist glistened, dark and wet, he squeezed it gently and the slit pouted open, drooling thick pearly pre-come. “I’m going to get you ready to be fucked, okay?”
“I’m already ready, really—just--” The butterfly caught his eye, its black wings wrapped around Clark’s dick. Clark realized what had caught Lex and he grimaced.
Lex said, “Wait. One second.” He scrambled to his knees, scooted across the bed and took Clark in his hand and kissed him. He kissed him on the butterfly, traced it with his tongue and whispered, “This means you’re mine—because no one but me will ever see it.”
With a moan that was almost a sob, Clark pulled Lex to his mouth; Clark kissed him, his breath hot over his lips, tongue wet inside of his mouth, teeth pressing against his lip. The combination of warm and soft and the hard bite of teeth against his tender lip made Lex groan. It seemed Clark understood how that little spice of pain made the pleasure that much deeper, brighter and more alive…his tongue was stroking the inside of his mouth, and his fingers were stroking his balls and then stroking him inside, the feeling as he worked the lube inside forced him to close his eyes, to better feel Clark’s fingers working inside him, Clark’s hand slowly pumping his dick—Lex heard the wisp of a groan and then—heat, silky, firm and pressing against him, Clark’s dick, he’d dreamed about it, in his hand, in his mouth…he groaned as Clark pushed in—in his ass, god…he dropped his head against the pillows and moaned, and Clark pushed in, one long steady drive inside.
Lex inhaled—held it until Clark was inside all the way. He let it out, gritted his teeth and waited to adjust…Clark held him, kissed him, “you’re wonderful, you’re amazing, you make me feel like I’ve never done this before, I love you, love you…” he murmured on and on and slowly began moving, rocking his dick in and out of Lex—waiting for him to set the pace.
“More,” Lex begged, “a little more, more—harder, oh shit, fuck me…”
Clark looked down at him with lowered lids, a sweet smile turning up the corners of his mouth—angel and devil--his expression said he knew he owned Lex, that anything he wanted Lex would give him, any way he wanted it, that he loved him so much for it…Lex tightened on him and Clark’s eyes rolled back, his lids dropped shut. “Ready?” he groaned, and Lex said yes, and Clark began fucking him, deep and fast, twisting until he hit a spot that made Lex howl.
“Unh—yes. Yes.” Clark lowered his head a bit, still locking eyes with Lex he stroked in and out, grunting with the force of it, but still careful, so much power, so controlled--at his command, in his control, Clark was his, his… “Pick me up.”
“What, like—from the bed—hold you?”
“Yes—yes!”
Clark’s eyes flared, and he laughed--panting, he picked Lex up, held him in his hands and fucked him standing up in the middle of the room. Lex wrapped his arms around Clark’s neck, dug his heels in his ass and laughed and groaned as Clark lifted and dropped him, lifted and dropped him…
He was balanced on the edge of the world, the feeling of orgasm built and built, he was on the verge of flying apart but he was never going to come like this, it was just going to build and build and build--for one wild moment he was seriously afraid of dying from it, and he’d never come, couldn’t come, he opened his mouth to tell Clark that. “I—Ah!”
With a shout, he exploded, come shot up between the two of them, splattering Clark, slicking his chest, he felt the warm slap of it on his neck and Clark leaned in and licked it out from under his chin. With a shuddering sigh, Clark came and Lex could feel every second of it, from the moment his dick swelled, to the heat as he filled him, he felt the jump and twitch of Clark’s muscles against the underside of his dick, his balls….
“Can I put you down now?”
“Ow. Yes…amazing what’s hot in the middle of orgasm just hurts like fuck after…” He grunted in surprise as Clark let himself drop to the floor still holding Lex, so that he was sitting in his lap, with Clark’s hands still cradling him. He was being stroked gently, and Clark was sniffing, nuzzling along his shoulder, his neck…he licked around his ear, and nibbled at his lobe.
“Clark, Clark, I’m done, done…”
“Mmm. Just smelling. Tasting a little. You really, really. Taste good. Smell good. You feel good; I can barely stop touching you.”
Lex winced as Clarks hand ghosted over his dick. “Ah, love, but I’m only human, and I think you wore me out. Completely.” He winced again as Clark slid out, still a little hard… “You’re amazing Clark.” He looked at him; let his eyes drink in every bit of Clark. “You’re beautiful.” How could anyone ever want to hurt this man, Lex thought. Clark’s face was shining with love, with contentment. How could anyone want to see that face creased in pain, after they saw how beautiful he was when he was happy?
Lex felt a sharp stab of discontent. He didn’t want to share him, after finding him, he didn’t want to give him up. Clark’s hand was suddenly soothing him, and his soft voice was flowing over him. “Nothing will come between us. Everything else might change Lex, but this never will. Not as long as you want me.”
Lex wondered if Clark had said that to Whitney, if he’d felt that way about him. And this is where you need to start putting your demons to rest, he scolded himself. If you want to keep him, than you better start supporting him in everything—right now. “Come on babe, we need to clean up and get ready for tomorrow.”
Clark’s expression was dangerously close to a pout. “I don’t want to think about that right now. And don’t take a shower just yet, please? Let’s just get back on the bed and…let me hold you.”
“Ah. You cuddle,” Lex said, and Clark snickered.
“You say that like other people would say ‘you’re a snake handler.’” he smirked. “Bet you cuddle too.”
Lex climbed up on the bed, sweaty, sticky, stinking…he yawned, turned onto his back and held out his arms. “When we wake up, I’m in charge again.”
Clark slid into the waiting arms and wrapped himself around Lex, pushed his head under his chin. “Of course,” he purred. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
tbc!
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3/26/07 02:26 am (UTC)Poor Lex, just a little jealous of Whitney ... and yay for clark for putting him at ease!!
Love it, love it, love it!!
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3/26/07 02:35 am (UTC)how indeed? it's wonderful to see them happy together.
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3/26/07 03:08 am (UTC)Definitely my brain has melted. That was worth the--how many million chapters was that?--wait, definitely!!
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3/26/07 05:52 am (UTC)Bwahahaha!!
Very well done. I read it 3 times over. Yes, I'm a perv :P
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3/26/07 02:40 pm (UTC)(no subject)
3/26/07 08:09 am (UTC)“Ah. You cuddle,” Lex said, and Clark snickered.
“You say that like other people would say ‘you’re a snake handler.’” he smirked. “Bet you cuddle too.”
Of course they have to cuddle after! (But I'll bet Clark is the only one Lex would deign to cuddle with.) Great, great scene!
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3/27/07 04:52 am (UTC)I love hot Lex doesn't want to share Clark, any more then Clark wants to share Lex....
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3/27/07 01:41 pm (UTC)Clark slid into the waiting arms and wrapped himself around Lex, pushed his head under his chin. “Of course,” he purred. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Makes me incredibly happy, this does!!
*longhappysigh*
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12/21/08 06:28 am (UTC)You're missing this part and the next from your tagging, though. It goes straight from near sex to Clark at the farm. Travesty!!
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10/18/12 11:54 pm (UTC)worried? *g*
;)